Chapter 8

Enzo

“I’m cute and messy and need attention.” Terrence almost sighed out the words, not seeming to realize they were being said out loud. “Daddy…he…”

He was never as quiet as he seemed to think he was.

But I took advantage of his distracted mental state and worked on his to-do list. Getting him clean was at the top to me, so I quickly headed into his bedroom and managed to find a washcloth. I had to dig entirely too long to find one, but rearranging his bathroom could wait for another time.

I was back before he got frustrated, though, so I counted it as a win as I wiped the cum off his cock and tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom. “Cuddle time.”

He was no help as I climbed on the bed and moved him around, but I’d carried materials that weighed more, so it wasn’t hard to get us centered in his bed. My chest was his pillow as he wrapped himself around me, and I loved his confidence and how comfortable he was with me.

“I get…little nap…and then we…we can…” His voice trailed off before he could explain what the plan should be, but we weren’t in a rush, so I kissed his head and settled in to wait for him to wake up.

Thankfully, a little nap actually seemed to be little and he woke up about twenty minutes later, giving a wiggle and going very still as his brain caught up to what had happened. “Daddy orgasms are better. I hate it when Leander is right.”

My chest jerked as I held back a laugh, but it was enough to get a shiver from Terrence as he pressed his face against me. “Naughty Daddy.”

He’d sounded a lot littler as he’d faded off before, but it seemed like big Terrence was in charge at the moment.

“No, you’re just cute. It’s your fault.” That made him giggle as he wiggled his way over me so he was stretched out down my body. “What are you doing, cutie?”

He was wearing an ear-to-ear grin as he pushed up and straddled me, seemingly wide awake from his catnap. “Hi.”

“Hi.” His good mood made me confident that I hadn’t pushed any boundaries, so I brought my hands up and started rubbing his thighs. “Feeling better?”

Nodding, he made an approving sound as he wiggled his ass over my erection. “Lots. Do you want to come too?”

“I think I’m going to wait until after we have dinner if that’s okay with you.” Terrence wasn’t like anyone else I’d ever dated, so I waited to see if he’d give me pushback or complain.

“Okay.” Neither. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Are you a pick my clothes Daddy?”

“Yes.” He seemed more curious than worried, so I didn’t censor my response. “Unless that’s something we need to make limits or have a conversation about.”

“No.” He shrugged, back to not looking fully grown-up. “Unless you make me wear something itchy or squishy.”

Since that seemed to be referring to the easy access discussion we’d had earlier, I took the comments seriously. “I will do my best to take that into consideration, but you’ll need to tell me if I get it wrong without meaning to.”

His head cocked. “Sometimes you’ll mean to?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie about that. “Occasionally we might end up at an event or location where fancy pants are a must and most of those have buttons. We’ll do our best to plan those out carefully and see if we can find you the best options, though.”

Thinking back, I’d only seen him in more casual clothes, so I wasn’t sure he owned anything fancy.

“Ugh.” His expression looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Okay. I understand.”

“Thank you.” Reaching up, I ran my hand over his head. “I will also do my best to reward you for submitting to torture, though.”

Yep, he was the bribe me type of little and perked up right away.

“I like rewards.” Leaning down closer, he studied my face. “What kinds?”

“That’s another conversation we need to have. I want to make sure we have a list of the best rewards possible, but right off the bat, that might mean you get to pick how you get to come later or you could get a special dessert. Maybe a new toy?”

Terrence inched closer and leaned so far down he nearly tipped over. “Grown-up or little?”

Kissing his nose, I shrugged as he tried not to giggle. “Either one. Both if you need a really, really big reward.”

His snickers escaped. “Okay, really, really big rewards for bad clothes.”

Considering his wardrobe, I didn’t think I’d been had, but he was enjoying the negotiations. “Deal.”

“Yay.” Terrence collapsed on me, giggling and very pleased with how it’d turned out. “I like both kinds of rewards. Doms just only give one or the other. Not both.”

Hmm.

“So regular Doms give grown-up presents and Daddies usually give little presents?” My question got a nod from Terrence. “But you’re both, so we need to remember both. Got it. At the very least we’ll alternate.”

Terrence aimed adorably innocent eyes in my direction that weren’t believable at all. “Both would make me very happy and it’s what good Daddies do.”

My immediate scoff got a dramatic sigh from him and he went boneless as he pouted. “That didn’t work.”

“Nope, but you’re cute when you try.” Kissing his cheek, I decided it was time to switch gears. “How about we make you cute with clothes next and then we’ll get dinner?”

And his smile was back. “Noodles.”

“That’s right.” I almost smiled as he tipped over and landed on the bed. “And does it matter if you’re big or little?”

Shaking his head, Terrence looked slightly skeptical even though he seemed to be trying to hide it. “Nope.”

“That’s right.” Deciding that he needed more information, I shrugged. “Because it’s owned by another cousin and he knows how to mind his own business.”

“Oh.” Curiosity and relief flashed over his face. “Naughty cousin?”

“Yep.” But we weren’t at the point where I should be sharing other people’s secrets, so I leaned over and tickled him for a few seconds. “Dinner. I’m starving, little boy.”

Laughing, he flopped around like a wiggly octopus even after I stopped teasing him. “You knew I was little.”

It wasn’t really a question but it seemed like one. “Yes. You were not as sneaky as you thought you were.” That earned me an adorably confused look and I wanted to laugh again. “We helped you empty out your kitchen. You had bottles in there and one of them said Daddy’s Little Slut.”

“Oh. Leander gave it to me.” Huffing, he made a dramatic flop on the bed. “I forgot.”

“It’s okay.” It’d made us feel a lot more relaxed about being ourselves, so I’d never had an issue with it. “I liked knowing you wouldn’t be shocked that I was a Daddy.”

Back to giggling, Terrence flopped over onto me again, knocking me back so I was lying on the bed. “You do good Daddy frowns.”

Rolling my eyes got more snickers from the silly boy. “Because you’re always doing naughty things.”

“ No .” Dragging out his denial, he couldn’t make it believable no matter how serious he tried to look. “I’m Daddy’s good boy.”

It still wasn’t believable.

“Alright then. Let’s see if my good boy can behave while we have dinner.” And while I got to know him better.

I knew my client Terrence and I knew the nutty cutie who kept trying to pretend he was boringly normal…but neither of those was the real Terrence. I’d gotten peeks at him, but it was time to see him without any pretense.

“Good boys get rewards.” Wiggling excitedly, he climbed off me and scampered off the bed. “Clothes time, Daddy.”

Because he was recharged and starving.

“Did you eat lunch?” I knew my question wasn’t too far off base when he froze and slowly turned around to face me at a snail’s pace. “Did you eat anything with protein and vegetables in it?”

“Do peanuts count? Are they a vegetable?” His confused expression made the question believable and not like he was doing his best to waste time, but it answered my question without him meaning to.

“Cookies or a candy bar?” Sitting up, I did my best to look serious and not laugh. He was just so dramatic and had the best expressions.

I definitely hadn’t paid enough attention to him today, though, or I’d have already known the answer to that question.

It was taking him entirely too long to think of a good way to answer me, which made me sigh. “You need real food and at least one vegetable.”

“People don’t die of scurvy after missing one meal of veggies, Daddy. I checked.” His expression was serious enough that I had no doubt he’d googled that fact. “But veggies and noodles are happy together, so I’ll be very good.”

“I’m glad.” I wasn’t going to argue with him about when scurvy set in, though. “Alright. Show me what your clothes choices are and do you want a shower before we go to dinner? I need to change clothes at the very least.”

Instead of considering the question like I’d expected, he lifted one arm and sniffed. “No. I don’t stink.”

We should probably think about taking a detour to buy bubble bath on the way home.

“Perfect.” I could’ve told him that, though. “Clothes time.”

Then it was off to get dinner because I was pretty sure I was hearing his stomach growling from halfway across the room.

****

“So you’re all bi. You’re a Daddy. The cousins you work with are cool with that. Oh, and my kitchen is almost done.” Terrence just seemed to be listing off facts he knew as he rocked side to side in his booth.

They seemed to be the start of actual questions, though, so I treated them that way. “Yes, we’re all bi. It was one of the things that pushed us together and we were all interested in working with our hands.”

Terrence was bouncing back and forth on his hands, which seemed to be his little side barely being held back. He hadn’t been kidding when he said that noodles made him little. Just being in the restaurant made him have to fight to stay big.

“The rest of this generation seems to all be interesting in some way or another, but some of them are more private than others.” I shrugged when he cocked his head. “I’m more of a live and let live kind of guy, so I haven’t asked and I’m just guessing about a few of them.”

“You’re a Daddy, though.” The rocking stopped long enough for him to grip his glass with two hands and take a drink of his water.

He managed not to sigh and pout that time, but it was close.

“Yes. I’ve been in the lifestyle for a few years but I knew something was missing a long time before that.” The bi thing had been one of those something is off things as well. “But I’ve explored it enough that I’m comfortable with it and being bi.”

No point in making him worry about me half-assing the lifestyle and then running from what I wanted.

“Do you have questions?” People generally had questions but he seemed more focused on his drink than anything else. “Would you like juice?”

He’d announced right off the bat that giving him caffeine at dinner would be a bad idea, but drinking water seemed to be torture.

And since it was one I hadn’t set up, I didn’t see the need to keep it going.

Especially since it wasn’t turning him on or making him happy.

Little Terrence flashed in his eyes before he shoved him back, but grown-up Terrence cocked his head. “Grown-ups drink water or soda or alcohol or tea.”

His list wasn’t technically wrong about part of his statement, but he’d made a few assumptions I didn’t agree with. “But you’re not always a grown-up and I don’t care if you have juice or milk as long as it will make you happy.”

“I like being happy.” He seemed to be admitting that begrudgingly. “Other things make me happy too.”

Other things?

Drink things?

“Would a straw make you happy?” Was that what this was about? “Did someone tell you that straws weren’t for grown-ups?”

“Most grown-ups don’t use them.” He looked around the room, nodding to himself. “See?”

No.

But arguing with him seemed like it would be frustrating.

“Do you want juice, milk, or lemonade?” I was going to ignore the straw drama for the time being. “You know, women use straws so they don’t smudge lipstick, so there are very practical reasons to use straws.”

He didn’t seem to know what to do with that fact, so he ignored it. “Lemonade, please.”

So if I stumped him with something random, he’d go back to the original topic?

“I think that’s a very good option.” For him. Lemonade was somehow both too sweet and too sour for me. “I’ll make sure to ask the waiter for it when he comes back, but are you excited about your meatballs…and noodles?”

Terrence scrunched up his face. “You always say pasta.”

Not anymore.

“I don’t know what you mean. You like the word noodle. You use it a lot. So there should be nothing wrong with me using it.” It was a good word and he needed to see that it would take more than having dinner with little Terrence to scare me off.